Not Fair Chapter 2: We All Change, Miles, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

A/N:

Me back! On holidays! I'll still post stuff regularly, but I still need to attend to personal issues aswell.

Enjoy the story

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MILES' POV

"Rise and Shine, Tails"

It's been six whole months since I fell asleep outside. I'm currently still going to school and still getting picked on by Ricky and such, which is starting to really get on my nerves now. I've been wondering how much longer I can mentally take this before I loose my sanity. But on the bright side, I've discovered my ability to fly using my two tails, but I haven't told anyone yet, out of fear of injury.

"I said rise and shine, punk!"

I looked up to Ricky, who was standing right next to my bed holding what appeared to be a cup of warm milk.

"Whatever."

I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen and eat my breakfast without a word. I grabbed my stuff and darted to school, and readied myself for another day of horrible torture...

That afternoon, I decided to take the backstreet walk home. Westside Island has shot up economically, which means everyone has their fair share of cash. Most people, that is. What was once pain dirt fields, is now the backstreets I'm walking down. I walked round every corner, looking at the large amount of rubbish writing that was scribed in the walls. I didn't really understand the whole thing, but It was still interesting to read some of it. I could now here the sound of voices round one corner. Probably gangsters of something crappy like that. I decided best that' I should turn back, I turned around to head back when...

"Hey, Jake, come check this out!"

One of the gangsters held me by the collar of my jacket. I just froze myself, terrified with the loaded 45. magnum pointed at my head. Two other gangsters walked around the corner, both looking about seventeen years of age.

"What have we here?" One of the three asked, edging ever closer to my trembling body.

"A two-tailed fox? Gee that's weird." What a complete idiot I was making of myself walking down here.

"Yeah, what do we do with him. It's not like anyone cares for him, by the looks of his clothing."

"Hey fox-boy. Pay attention." The last of the three was now staring directly at me, probably making some evil remark.

"My name is Sam. This is Jake. And the one with the gun is Melvin." He continued his lecture. "What are you doing here at this time of day?"

"W-w-w-walking h-h-home." I spat out of fear.

"Don't be afraid, little guy. I'm not gonna hurt you." Sam spun himself to face me. "Yet." His tone of voice was filled with nothing but evil and greed, which told me what was about to happen next. With one smooth move, Sam's fist knocked my straight from Melvin's grip, and onto the concrete. I yelped at the attack, but remained awake. The butt of Melvin's handgun knocked me clean unconscious.

I woke up some time later, in a room that I couldn't identify. I guess I'd been kidnapped now, and that meant more pointless torture. I tried to move my arm, but found it nearly completely numb. Probably gave me some drug or something. How much more can a nine-year old go through?

"Good to see you're awake, foxy." I looked over to see Sam sitting with Jake and Melvin not to far of. At the same time, I found myself able to move my limbs freely, without the drug.

"W-w-what do y-y-you w-want?" I asked. The gang didn't even answer the question, and I quickly lost count of the kicks and punches that they laid on me...

I glanced at the clock before the three tossed me out the door of their house.

"Don't come back, freak!"

I struggled to get myself to a standing position, and darted off from the area. It was now 11:32 at night, way to late for me to be awake. I checked over my body, not finding any bones broken. My jacket was no more, and I threw that in the nearest trash can. Apart from my nose, I was in the 'usual' physical condition. As I dragged myself back to the orphanage, I found my mental state was not.

Sonic's POV (Yes, Sonic's POV)

I grabbed the chilli dog from the fast-food restaurant, thanked the chefs and such, and sped out of their at the speed of sound. I really liked it here on Westside, more fresh air, more open spaces and great sunset views. Of course you wouldn't find ny of these at twelve at night. I sped down the highway, passing all the houses. I kept my speed low, not to wake the island with a sonic boom. I turned another corner and...

"Ow! Hey, who just tripped me over!" I scanned the area. Whoever just tripped me, did a fine job of hiding it. I walked back to the 'T' intersection where I had been tripped only to find...

A two-tailed fox? Odd. He looked young, about eight or nine, for an estimate. Lying face down on the tarmac, with a small bag next to him. Blood staining his fur slightly.

"Hey, kid you awake?" The fox didn't reply, just lied there. I picked him up and moved him off the roads. He looked as if he'd just fell off a cliff, judging by the blood-stained orange fur. I put him down next to a brick wall, and knelt down to him.

"Hey, you awake. I'm gonna call 666." I pulled out my mobile.

"Please don't." The fox said. That unusually high-pitched voice, reminded me of someone...

"Why?"

"Just don't. OK?"

"But you're injured. I'm gonna do something." This kit was persistent on denying medical treatment.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. It'll heal. I'm fine. leave me alone. Please."

"O-OK." I pushed myself up, and sped off home. Poor kid... I should turn back to him. I did.

Wow. What a night. Spent nearly seven hours being beaten up to the point of insanity. I hate my life. I truly do. I left myself to sleep in the street, with no one around to bother me. I'm gonna get back to the orphanage somehow, and put a fucking knife through my own throat. That sounds right. I hate myself. Every part of me.

"Hey, kid, c'mon. Talk to me!"

That hedgehog is still here? What the hell does he want.

"OK, I'm gonna get you home. Your parents must be worried like heck."

I'm gonna tell him everything. Every last part of my insane, miserable, and fucking horrible life. Then maybe he'll get lost then. I'm gonna tell him...

"Don't bother."

"Knock it off kid. Where do you live?"

I live in myself. The only place I feel comfortable enough to live. I'm not gonna tell him that. He'll just become more stubborn.

"The orphanage."

"Oh."

Oh what? If that's all he can spit out at me, I'll be dead on the floor in a couple of minutes.

"Who are you anyway. I've never seen a two tailed-"

"I know. No one has. That's why I'm here. And that's why I want to stay here."

"You can sound as sad as you like, but you're still going back."

He picked me up, and sped down the highway at, I swear, the speed of sound. My plan is working. Mental manipulation is easier than I thought.

"Why are you helping me?" My curiosity is gonna kill me someday.

'Because it's the right thing to do."

What is that suppose to mean. I haven't heard that phrase in my whole life. After what seemed like a second, He dropped me off at the orphanage. Yay. My life is complete.I'm experienced every thing that could possibly happen. Now to finish it...

"And don't forget to call the police if something bad happens. OK?"

What the heck are the police gonna do? Just leave me there. That's what.

"What are the police gonna do for me?"

"Help you."

"I think otherwise."

"Ok, kiddo. What's wrong? I've never seen a fox so unhappy before."

What's wrong. Fucking bullshit. It's on now, hedgehog.

"Use your bloody brain."

"Hey, language-"

"Believe me. Where I go, that's how I survive." I'm surprised with how aggressive my own voice is.

"Answer my question. Now."

"My name's Miles Prower. I live in the orphanage. I don't know what care means. My parents where killed five years ago. I live in myself. No one cares for me, and neither should you." Did that even make sense? I can feel my sanity coming back now. But in a different way.

"Listen up Miles. If you're that unhappy, then..."

Then what? This is going nowhere.

"Please mister. Leave me here. I don't want anything to do with you or your friends. I just want to be left here. Now go..." I don't even know how much I'm ranting on about.

"Miles, you look like you've fell of a cliff. I'm taking you back to Knothole. The people there don't mind mutants-"

"Don't use that word!"

"Calm down. Anyways, the people there won't mind you. Trust me."

He's asking for my trust? I don't know what to do. Trust is something I don't dish out like money. This guy was asking for a lot. It's scaring me.

"Please. I want you in Knothole. You'll be save there."

"Fine. Whatever." It's not like I've got anything better to do.

Sonic's POV

Poor kid. What's got into him? Man, should've paid more attention in psychology. I led Miles back to my plane, The Tornado. I noticed how nervous Miles was, trembling with every step. I hopped in the pilot's seat of the plane, and Miles followed. I turned on the plane's engine, and took off over the island's forest. Shame such a beautiful place could house people like Miles. The kit was still shaking, but he seemed awake.

"So." I began. "Miles, what happened?"

"What is that supposed to mean" His voice was still bitter.

"How did you end up lying on the road just before?"

"Oh. Took the wrong route from school. Got kidnapped."

"Same thing happen at school? Look's like it." I could visibly see Miles tense up. "It's OK, kid. This is between you and me."

"Yes." Poor guy. He looks like he's been through a lot recently.

"Sorry to hear it. My names Sonic. Sonic Maurice Hedgehog. Just call me Sonic. Nice to meet you, Miles."

A/N:

Hope I didn't do to bad on this. I doubt this is over 2,000 words, but that's only so I can fit what I want to in the storyline.

Please read the next chapter before you review!

Character ages:

Sonic M hedgehog: 15

Miles P (Tails): 9

That's all for now!

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